His parents should be ashamed of his behaviour, in fact they should have done a better job while raising him !
Because of his conduct in commercial flights during those past years , he should be forbidden to fly commercial , as a matter of fact ,his family have their own jet fleet .
I believe I read that he is already banned from some airlines. Or was that something he yelled during his tirades on this flight? Well, if not banned he oughta be, from any flight. I certainly don't wanna ever run into him.
I was rather pampered growing up myself. Not mega-rich like a Hilton, but I could have almost anything I wanted, though only with my parent's permission. My clothes were mostly custom made, I had new cars bought outright for me when I was old enough to drive, I never saw the bill for anything.
But, interestingly, they never gave me cash, I never had an allowance, like all my friends did. My parents thought that would spoil me, teach me bad habits. The only cash I had was when relatives sent me cards at Christmas, Easter and my birthday. And I tried to open them first, before my parents did, or they'd confiscate the money.
When I was 12 I talked my Father into buying a rather elaborate lawn mower with accessories. I told him it would save him money on groundskeeping, because I would do the work myself.
What he didn't realize was that I was planning to use that professional equipment to cut neighborhood lawns, as well, to earn some money for myself. I think he liked the idea of my working that hard. He could have just given me the money in the first place, same as it cost to buy the pricey lawn equipment, but that's not how he thought.
And then in high school I got an after-school job from one of Dad's friends, who owned a supermarket chain. I was just a bag-boy, and also retrieved shopping carts in the parking lot for minimum wage.
Soon after that my parents bought me a new car as my birthday gift, completely for cash, no payments, and they covered the insurance, too. But oddly, not the gasoline cost. I hadda do that part myself. Not too bad, though, in those days the tank of that small car could be filled for less than $3.00.
And then I used that car to get another job, to buy my first motorcycle. Because that was something they absolutely refused to buy for me themselves. So OK, I bought it myself.
Well, anyway, a digression. But an example of how a child can be pampered and perhaps spoiled in one way, but kept reasonably in line in the other. My parents' formula was to deny me any spending money. That part I had to earn for myself. Perhaps Mr. Conrad the Third should have been similarly raised.